Sidney Poitier in my pants.

Jesus fucking Christ. Not Jesus actually fucking Christ. That would be mad awkward. I think it's about 5:30 am and I have about two more pages of my essay to write. I really have no excuse. I didn't check my syllabus until Wednesday night, so I started reading the book I'm supposed to be writing on, A Raisin in the Sun, just to get a head start on the all-nighter I pull everytime. The play is actually really good, and then I remembered that Sidney Poitier was in the film version in the 60's, so I'm now watching clips of that on YouTube. Let me say that Sidney-fucking-Poitier is the man of my 1960's dreams. No nobody can out-act that man. Sex.
See ya in the morning.